All founding, we can see the meaning left. When bearded men leave us to our wandering, or asking for a heady donation to the cause. They give us a sordid glare and worried prayer. Hand across our backs, they see us against the wall.

And...

Fall down with us,
towards the light,
they block under their broad rimmed hats.

And... loudly whisper in languages unknown. The tongues dry from lack of women's attentive care they, and us, under the stones of cities past, and thoughts a thousand years. In the scrambling - the shambling walk of thought cemented.

stones fall the wailing wall blinding lights surrounding me the man us the men all around us all founding we can see the meaning left when bearded men leave us to our wandering or asking for a heady donation to the cause they give us a sordid glare and worried prayer hand across our backs they see us against the wall and fall down with us towards the light they block under their broad rimmed hats and loudly whisper in languages unknown the tongues dry from lack of womens attentive care they and us under the stones of cities past and thoughts a thousand years in the scrambling the shambling walk of thought cemented